"Uncle Matt, don't worry, I just haven't had good rest these past few days, and just now the fishy smell in the kitchen made me a little nauseous, but I'll be fine after drinking some water,"
Ella pulled the Butler's sleeve, forcing a smile as she comforted him.
After all, she had come to rely on Evelyn Sherman, and while the Yakov Family treated her as one of their own, she didn't want to be too much of a burden to them.
Moreover, her body hadn't recovered since her fever, and she was still experiencing some chills and weakness. It wasn't a big problem, but it wasn't something that could be rushed.
"Miss Ella, you could just ask the Kitchen to make whatever you want to eat. There's no need for you to do it yourself. If Lady Evelyn finds out, she will blame us,"
"Evelyn wouldn't do that. She thinks of you as a Family Member, and she can't wait to honor you. How could she blame you? Besides, I'm perfectly capable; not allowing me to do anything would just make me feel restless,"
